Plastic

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

It's us

Damn, damn

Damn

It's us

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we triple stackin' it

Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em

Last nigga speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked him (Yeah)

If I die, I'll be on CNN like Michael Jackson

Not 'cause I died, but who I brought with me

Don't let my bitch drink at all in case I need a kidney

Double R parked right outside like a raisin in the sun

Sheriff pulled me over skeptical 'cause all my legal guns

I'm backwards, I got rich off of music and got illegal funds

Why this stripper, she ain't let me ****? Still kept all the ones (Damn)

Damn (Damn), and I ain't no sucker (Damn)

House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker (Damn)

This nigga pussy, goin' out bad just like no other

My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother

How you know I **** your bitch, you still call me brother? (Damn)

You niggas, niggas different (Damn, damn)

Why I'm so specific (Go)

Backyard look Pacific (Go)

Heavy on my pivot, uh (Go)

Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget, huh (Damn, damn)

Geeked up off the medics

Said it, then I meant it

Cops ask me questions, I'm Cole Bennett, I ain't in it (Woo)

The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain't rent it

[Verse 2: Icewear Veezo]

We gon' hit them boys

Hundred hangin' out the chop, look like a mixin' board (Like I'm mixin')

All my opps be broke as ****, they need to fix them boys (Niggas ****ed up)

Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord)

Bitch, I love to switch my fashion

Lit the Patek, I got sixty glasses in my kitchen cabinet (That Hi-Tech)

I just bought another Rollie up at Golden Sun (Gold)

Poured a four in a one-liter, that's a forty-one (Drank God)

We just upped the score again, them niggas oh-and-one (Niggas losers)

They think cuddy marchin' for a band, the way he blow that drum

Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix-matchin' (Yeah)

The clip look longer than the Glock, they think the stick backwards

I drop dirty at probation, I just piss Actavis (No cap)

Used to trap right on the Horn, now I got six mansions

Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie, that's how he drip fashion (Leave him leakin')

This bitch asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho)

Put the Karo with the water, bitch, I mix classics (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]

Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin'

Amiri joggin' fit, dumb bitch, I hit licks in fashion

Last nigga I popped up, I had on Big Bastard

Oversized Virgil Abloh hoodie, this a big jacket

Damn near three racks for the varsity with the big patches

Jumped out with thirty clip, hawked him down, he kept zig-zaggin'

Ran up on him, when he hit the ground, pushed his shit backwards

Real lean plug, nigga, I could still get Acty

Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a bitch askin'

If you ever seen me run from a nigga, I shot the stick backwards

Made dog shit off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon

Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses

Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six glasses

Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the bitch chassis

Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip molasses

Drive the bitch car and get some head, damn, I'm finna crash it

That gold 'Dweller fifty-six plain, think I'm finna grab it

Thirty racks hangin' out my pocket, got me feelin' chatty

My city small, nigga think he gettin' away, I can get the addy

I don't really be ****in' with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies

My shooter got ADHD, he'll kill you for a script of Addys

I was finna **** my bitch mom, but I can hit the granny

You ain't never had a glass pint of red, it came in a casket

My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket

I'm takin' niggas' guns in the club, I came with a magnet